may 19 msg

I just watched the Cleveland Cavaliers choke away Game 1 of the Eastern Conference Finals and I've got a question. Do you think it feels like we collectively seem to think it feels when you give a very important game away, little by little, and then all at once? It has to, right? And, moreover, if it does in fact feel as bad as we think, you'd also have to think there will be something truly profound and maybe even sublime waiting down the line to make it feel like this truly horrible experience could possibly be worth it in the long run. You'd simply have to. I don't know what happens after you die but I think that because we don't know, it doesn't matter. Sure, there are spook stories about the place with the fire and the brimstone, and, sure, those spook stories have pretty much always been about bamboozling people and relieving them of their money, but that doesn't mean anything. We don't know. So what's the point of worrying about it? That said, I am terrified of death. I am…